I really miss Greatest Journal. It was *the* best blog I've ever had. I updated it all the time. But, it went to the great 404 in the sky. So then I came here. And then I went to Wordpress. Then I went to Blogger. And now I have no fucking clue where I am.

Oh fuck me you can't be serious.

I hate how every time I'm in the room with you, you HAVE to talk. Not even necessarily to me, you just talk. It doesn't matter if I'm doing a crossword or reading or listening to my iPod. You always. fucking. talk. And I hate it. Do my irritated sighs and the fact that I rarely, if ever, answer not register? Does it not occur to you that you irritate me when you curse after you said how many times you were "trying to quit"? Then you get defensive and mock me when I say "I thought you were going to quit swearing." Real mature for a 60-some-year-old, dickweed.

You're a hypocrite. A dirty, lying, gutless, "godly" hypocrite. I don't want to hear your preaching, thank you. I have my own beliefs and you have no more chance of convincing me of your beliefs than I have of convincing you of mine.

In your mind, you think that 99% of Americans agree with everything you say. Including everything about Obama, God, and heathens and Arabs. "All those middle eastern people are
"devils" and "terrorists." Yeah, right. I'm sure.

In your mind, you are sick and you're absolutely terrified to die. In reality, you're perfectly healthy, aside from the fact that you're on too many medications and you don't eat right. Death from natural causes is a part of life. A necessary part of life, without which, the earth would become overpopulated and we'd have to resort to killing each other (even more) to depopulate because we'd be using up resources even faster than we are now.

In your mind, I am a perfect little untainted single Christian virgin. None of which are true, nor do I wish them to be. You just bask in your bullshit sense of security. Marinate in your false sense of control.

You just keep living in your false sense of self. Your bullshit existentialism, your stupid "faith," your pathetic views on life, your denial. You just live it up because one day you're going to be DEAD and you're going to have to FACE it and there may or may NOT be a GOD and if there's NOT you're going to have to face judgment of something else IF there is anything else, and if there's NOT you'll never be in PEACE, and you'll SUFFER as if there WERE a HELL because you were so deep in DENIAL in LIFE that you couldn't ACCEPT it if there WASN'T a HEAVEN.


I'm done for now. I'm tired and weak.

please god somebody anybody oh god make it stop im not crazy please oh please make them go away

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
That is all.

In the spirit of the rant: why is the sky blue? Or, in third-world countries like Australia: why is the sky always grey, mate?
When I was little, I drew pictures of a little house with a chimney, four windows, a door, and a man with a chainsaw on the roof. In the sky, there were clouds. BLUE clouds. Not white clouds with a blue sky, but blue clouds with an uncolored sky. Genius!
Honestly, what kind of moron makes the sky BLUE? Stupid idiots. And what's up with rain. Water? No gumdrops?
*dies of massive brain aneurysm as evil flying monkeys drop-kick her through the window to be struck by a random lightning bolt*

When Albert Einstein was a boy of just ten, his mother cast him aside and ran away to be a movie star. She married Mel Gibson, and for the record, she starred in several unsuccessful films including Pretty in Pink, Runaway Bride, and The Terminator.

Who honestly can say that they use the 3, 6, or 9 on their microwave? 1 for coffee, 1 for tea, 2 for heating food. 10 for defrosting stuff.
Who says, "hmm. I want a glass of iced tea," makes one, then says, "I really don't want iced tea...In fact, I want hot tea! I think I'll microwave it for 3:69!
No! Nobody does this.
"I want to defrost this frozen hamburger. How about 9:36?"
No.
"6:39?"
No.
"3:69?"
No.
"6:93?"
No!!
The way I see it, we could eliminate those numbers all together. Or else, for the sakes of those with OCD, neat-freakedness, order-junkies, and Parkinson's sufferers, we could keep the numbers on the number pad, but not make them functional.
With my genius and my dashing good looks, how come I'm not famous?!

I wish to scream until my lungs collapse in on themselves.

The drunk man pointed a shaky finger at the bartender and slurred, "you're crazy! I'm not drunk! I have an inner-ear infection!" saying each word with emphasis, and speaking much louder than necessary.
The old man went on to rant about prices, politics, seagulls, and coconuts. To all the bystanders he was clearly insane; in his own mind, he was a genius. And maybe he was, but we'll never know. The man with the inner-ear infection went home and hung himself.

Once there was a boy with an unusual shadow. The shadow was with him everywhere he went, for years and years, but the shadow never changed. It didn't grow with him, it never ate or drank or slept. It had been with him for as long as he could remember, ever since he was a baby it had been with him. No one ever seemed to mind the shadow. They never even seemed to notice her at all.
She looked to be in her early twenties, medium height, grey-green eyes, chestnut hair. She was beautiful, as beautiful as an earthbound woman could be to an earthbound man. She was untouchable, almost as a mirage, he could never get any closer to her. She never spoke, and in the end, that's what set Marvin off.
In one of his frequent rages at his shadow, he took it a step further than he ever had before. He went to his bedroom - for the first time ever, she did not follow him. When he returned to his shadow, he was holding a pistol. He shot her, again, and again.
Never before did his shadow seem mortal, never touchable. Not until the moment the bullets entered her throat and chest, and the blood cascaded down like a sanguine waterfall. She dropped to her knees, clutching her chest, and collapsed.
He buried her in his backyard with his pistol. No one had ever seen her in the past, but he waited until nightfall just to be safe. No one ever complained about the gunshots.
He never saw his shadow follow him again. Now, she haunts his dreams.

He’d had his fun with them, and then the fun faded and he knew it was time to move on. He sat in the corner of the bar on a barstool, idly watching the bartender make drinks. He ignored their inane jokes, laughing, and conversations as he sometimes did; more often as of late. As he sat surrounded by friends drinking themselves into stupors, he knew he didn’t belong. Without a word, a parting goodbye, or another thought, he got up off his barstool and walked out the door. None of the people in this bar would ever see him again.

I started shaking by the dishwasher and I was like, "OH FUCK. MY PILLS ARE SITTING ON MY DRESSER!" Yeah. They're addicting. Seriously. It's fucked up. I'm going to go to my doctor and bitch her out. Badly. I'm sick of being on this fucking medication and everyone bitches about it, but what the fuck else can I do? If I'm not taking pills, I'm embedding shit into my wrists and beating the living shit out of myself physically AND mentally. If there's an alternative, I'm willing to try it. So far, nobody's presented one.

My sister... Is SO fucking stupid.
We've been arguing for the past hour (through texts), and I've been totally schooling her. And now she's insisting that I don't know the meaning of daft. I called her a daft child. She goes
"daft child?"
"Daft means naive"
"HAHA u don't know half the words u use appearnetly!"
"daft: silly, foolish. Naive: foolish, childish" (is that not the same thing duh)
"daft- silly, insane, no foolish here."
What. an. unbelievable. retard.

Men are filth. They are worth nothing more than the tears to wash them off of you.

At least my cat still loves me.

I was so upset I didn't even go to work today. I've just been crying off and on.

I don't even know what to do.

If we ever get out of here
I want you to promise me you'll go
down to the gulf
and swim
deep in the sea
and you'll think of me
the way you used to sing that silly song to me...

Hello everyone.

Today is a beautiful day. Go outside and take a walk. Right now. Drop everything you're doing, it can wait, - this moment can't. Take a walk, clear your head. Enjoy yourselves and for once, let life pass you by. Finish your human-being things later, take time for yourselves. You all deserve it.
Have a nice day.

Love always, Jennie Rebecca

I've just discovered the magic of Eiffel 65. xD ♥

[Kellaan.] says (9:12 PM):
okay
<3

Tweak says, "Life's Short, Run Around Naked"